I finish carving the tally into the leather strips wrapped around my forearm, the wind attempting to whip my braided hair into my face. I lean back against the brick building, staring at each tally. Twelve tallies. Twelve days since arriving in Scelestus City and still no closer to escaping. Still unable to return to the subway with Felix constantly hanging around. First chance I get, my legs are bolting straight there. I’ve been going between my aching body collapsing on my bed and fixing up all the guns and gadgets, Thorn and Felix could find. There’s finally enough to trade for goods we actually need, such as food. A trade also means leaving the apartment and getting some much needed fresh air. I glance up at the dangling sign of what …show more content…
I don’t think the same. I think it makes a person smarter. It also makes insulting people easier. Felix steps out of the alley, brushing his hair back. “Are you two getting along?” “Oh, yes, we’re just peachy,” Thorn sneers. “Hermana,” Felix warns in this different language, which I think means sister, considering he calls her that a lot. And she doesn't hit him, meaning it can't be an insult. She just rolls her eyes, before doubting him. “Are you sure the goods are safer here?” “It’s fine,” he states. “We ready?” I nod, straightening and we’re moving out, keeping to the shadows of the alleyways and overgrowth. Thorn glances back at me after a while, before putting a hand on her hip. “Still think we should have left her behind. This thing goes bad and she’ll freak in the middle of gunfire. She looks like someone who tends to lose their marbles.” She’s trying to get under my skin and it works because I snap back. “I can take care of myself. I did kill that demon dog.” “That was a dog. These will be people. Living, talking human beings.” She slows her pace, marching beside me. “Can you take another person’s life if yours is threatened or will you freeze?” I brush her off, catching up to Felix. Though I’ve never pulled the trigger of a gun, I did blow up a building with demons inside and I feel little regret for that. Still, I’ve never shot anyone. I might shoot her if she keeps this
I finish my story with a tightness in my chest, and look up at the silent group once more.
The collection of articles, “The Shame of the Cities” written by Lincoln Steffens, evidently reveals the history of corruption in many American cities during the 18th and 19th century. The chapter, “Pittsburg: A City Ashamed” focuses wholly on the effect Christopher Magee had on the city of Pittsburg during the time of his ruling. With the help of William Flinn, Thomas Bigelow, and E.M. Bigelow, Chris was in complete control over the city. While some of what he was doing was very helpful toward, it is undeniable that he was the cause of Pittsburgh’s extensive corruption.
“Now this is going to kill ya,” He says while eye searching the area as if he has frightened himself.
That's it, 20 minutes until I can get off this god damned bus and back onto solid ground again. I've been sitting in the same spot and listening to the same 5 songs for the past 3 hours and I'm about ready to scream.
I walk for about 10 minutes before I reach a the entrance of the subway. But, as I’m about to head down the steps, I hear sirens; police sirens.
“Don’t move,” Thorn’s voice echoes from the front of the destroyed room and both men stop. She appears out of the rubble, behind them with a gun ready.
“You were just complaining about being bored with scouting missions.” She snapped back. “Now it’s not boring enough? Go back to your wall if you want peace and quiet.”
“I feel like we should save the bullets, I’ll learn by doing.” Jim looks at me with this sort of look of approval, and gives me this half smile before saying.
“ But what will happen once they come back and find me gone? What will happen to you ?“ She says while she frantically follows him . She knows that he is worried as well and is terrified of what would happen if he doesn't do anything.
I slowly descend the stairs my heart beating faster as the conversation gets louder. On the last step, I take a breathe not knowing why I am suddenly so nervous.
“You’re saying that now but it’s not as exciting as you think it is. All Mrs. Sorun does is bother me all day, not to mention I have to watch my back at all times because I don’t know what might happen if she snuck up behind me. “
“I’m sorry for bring this to you. I didn’t know where else to go. I feel like I can trust you.”
“You’re a demon,” I announce and now I don’t feel so bad about having my gun aimed at her.
Jason, upon arriving at the portal to the Dead Realm, leaped down, landing in a tumble to dampen the impact of his fall. This was a place where those who died went to live until they were called for judgement; a temporary respite before the coming light or fire. He quickly traversed the familiar caverns filled with the glow of friendly spirits flitting here and there and arrived at what used to be the City of the Fallen, now known as Limbo (the Council thought it was easier to say and far less ominous). The shade, Jason’s parasitic roommate in his head, appeared beside him. It wasn’t actually there, however, due to the fact that the thing after 84 years finally started to weaken the magical detective, it could project an image that only
I allow myself to stand there a few more minutes, before I realize that I realize that I need get back just in case Adam wakes up.